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A story I will tell to you,
It is of butchers three:
Gibson, Wilson and Johnson,

Mark well what I do say;
Now as they had five hundred pounds,
All on a market day,
Now as they had five hundred pounds
To pay upon their way.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Now as they rode along the road
As fast as they could ride
Spur on your horses says Johnson,
For I hear a woman cry;
And, as they rode into the wood,
The scene they spied around,
And there they found a woman lay
A-swooning on the ground.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

0 woman, woman! Johnson cries,
Oh pray, come tell to me,
0 woman, woman, Johnson cries,
Have you got any company?
Oh, no! no! no! the woman cries,
Alas! how can that be?
When here have been by ten swaggering blades
Who've robbed and beaten me!
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Now Johnson, being a valiant man,
He bore a valiant mind,
He wropped her up in his great coat,
And placed her up behind.
And as they rode along the road,
As fast as they could ride,
She put her fingers to her ear
And gave a screekful cry.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

With that, came out ten swaggering blades,
With their rapiers in their hand.
They rode up to bold Johnson,
And boldly bid him stand.
Oh, I cannot fight; says Gibson,
I am sure that I shall die!
No more won't I," cries Wilson,
For I will sooner fly!
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Come on, come on! cries bold Johnson,
I'll fight you all so free!
And, woman, stand you here behind;
We'll gain the victory!
The very first pistol Johnson fires
Was loaded with powder and ball,
And, out of these ten swaggering blades
Five of them did fall.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Come on! come on!cries bold Johnson,
There are but five for me,
And, woman, stand you there behind;
We'll gain the victory!
The very next pistol Johnson fired
Was loaded with powder and ball,
And out of these five swaggering blades
There's three of them did fall.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Come on! come on! cries bold Johnson
There are but two to me,
And, woman, stand you there behind;
We'll gain the victory!
As Johnson fought these rogues in front,
The woman he did not mind
She took his knife all from his side
And stabbed him from behind.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Now I must fall says Johnson
I must fall to the ground!
For relieving this wicked woman
She gave me my death wound!
Oh! woman, woman, woman,
What have you been and done?
You have killed the finest butcher
That ever the sun shone on!
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Now, just as she had done the deed
Some men came riding by,
And, seeing what this woman had done,
They raised a dreadful cry.
Then she was condemned to die in links,
And iron chains so strong,
For killing of bold Johnson,
That great and valiant man.
With my hey, ding, ding, with my ho, ding, ding,
With my high, ding, ding, high dey!
May God keep all good people from such bad company!

Another Version

Johnson was a valiant man,
He travelled the groves all round,
Until he came to this woman
With her hair pinned to, the ground.

"What brought you here?" cried Johnson,
What brought you here this way?
'Twas by ten cursed robbers,
They have brought me here this way.

They robbed me, they stripped me,
My hands and feet they bound.
They left me here stagnated
With my hair pinned to the ground.

Johnson was a valiant man
He took her up behind,
Taking his coat off from his back
To shelter her from the wind.

As they were riding along together
As fast as they could ride,
She put a whistle to her mouth
And gave three dismal cries.

And out stepped ten young robbers
With weapons in their hands.
They boldly stepped to Johnson
And bid him for to stand.

I'll stand, I'll stand, cried Johnson,
As long as I can stand,
But never was I daunted
Or afraid of any man.

Out of ten nine he knocked down,
The woman-he did not mind;
She drew a sword all from his side
And pierced him in behind.

This woman she was taken up,
Bound down in iron strong,
For killing of as fine a butcher man,
As ever the sun shined on, shined on,
As ever the sun shined on.

Another Version

'Tis of a jolly boaster-man,
Was taking a rideone day,
He said he would carry ten thousand
All on this King's highway.

As he was riding all alone
As fast as he could ride;
0 stop, 0 stop, cries Johnerson,
I hear a woman cry.

He nobly turned his horse around
And looked all around,
And there he saw a woman
With her hair tied to the ground.

What brought you here? cried Johnerson,
What brought you here? he cried.
'Tis by the cursed robbers,
They have brought me here to die.

They robbed me and they stripped me,
My hands and feet they bound,
They leaved me here stripped naked
With my hair tied to the ground.

He then got on his horseback
And took her on behind;
He put his coat off from his back
To shield her from the wind.

As they were riding all alone,
As fast as they could ride,
She put her finger to her mouth
And gave one mournful cry.

And out came out ten robbers
With weapons in their hands,
And galloped [ ?] up to Johnerson
And ordered him to stand.

I'll stand, I'll stand, cries Johnerson,
I'll stand as long as I can;
I was never a coward in all my life
Nor afraid of any man.

So out of ten was nine struck down,
This woman he did not mind;
She pulled her knife all from her belt
And pierced him through behind.

I must fall, I must fall, cries Johnerson,
I must fall right to the ground;
'Tis by a wicked woman,
She has caused me my death wound.

This woman was taken up
And put in irons so strong,
For murdering one of the finest boys
That ever the sun shone on.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMay 6th, 2018
आखरी अपडेटMarch 6th, 2022
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